Chapter 10
Author: Mr. Big Horn
“Seriously? There’s someone out there who wouldn’t want you, Yan Zhen?”
“Everyone has their own standards for choosing a partner. Just because you have money doesn’t mean everyone will follow you.”
“But you’re handsome too.”
“…He has a boyfriend.” Yan Zhen admitted, his voice low.
“Damn.” Dr. Zhou sucked in a breath. “So, you’re trying to make trouble by stealing someone else’s boyfriend. Serves you right. Good luck with that.”
“You’re so talkative,” Yan Zhen frowned deeply. “Get lost.”
The medicine was applied by Su Jinxin. His movements were light, careful, and meticulous. He didn’t say a word the whole time. Yan Zhen asked, “Are you upset?”
“Huh? No,” Su Jinxin paused before replying, “I’m sorry…”
“It’s not your fault,” Yan Zhen ruffled his soft hair. “I was just curious and wanted to try it.”
“Okay.” Su Jinxin finished applying the medicine and quietly asked, “Is it any better? Does it hurt? Does it itch?”
Yan Zhen teased him, “It itches a little.”
Su Jinxin’s face tensed with worry.
Yan Zhen added, “A kiss would make it better.”
Su Jinxin blushed and didn’t say anything. He lowered his head, carefully avoiding the rash, and kissed the nearby skin on Yan Zhen’s chest. After two quick pecks, he looked up at Yan Zhen, then shyly looked away and began to gently lick with his tongue, like a kitten drinking milk.
Yan Zhen’s heart warmed, and he quickly pulled Su Jinxin up. “Don’t tease me. It’s not the right time for either of us.”
“Okay.” Su Jinxin obediently stopped, hugging Yan Zhen’s neck without moving.
Everything seemed normal, but Yan Zhen felt that Su Jinxin was down. He said, “I told you it’s not your fault. Don’t take it to heart.”
“Okay.”
“…So it’s not because of that,” Yan Zhen mused, knowing Su Jinxin never complained and kept his worries to himself. He held him close and guessed, “Are you jealous?”
Su Jinxin trembled slightly in his arms and quickly said, “No.”
Yan Zhen’s heart raced. He flipped Su Jinxin onto the sofa. “Really jealous?”
Su Jinxin panicked, avoiding Yan Zhen’s gaze and denying it repeatedly. Yan Zhen held his chin and lifted his face. “Really not jealous?”
Su Jinxin, avoiding Yan Zhen’s eyes, stole a glance and saw the smile on Yan Zhen’s face. He hesitated, then cautiously asked, “Am I allowed to be jealous?”
Yan Zhen was stunned.
He sighed softly. “You… have you seen anyone else around me since I came back? If you’re not the queen, you’re at least the beloved consort. Why can’t you be jealous? Be as jealous as you want. It’s justified.”
Su Jinxin chuckled. “Where did you learn this?”
“Why?”
Su Jinxin laughed uncontrollably. “It doesn’t sound like something you’d say.”
“Then what sounds like something I’d say?” Yan Zhen leaned in close to his ear and whispered, “Darling, it feels so warm and soft inside you.”
Su Jinxin’s face turned bright red. He squirmed slightly. “You said it wasn’t the right time… and now you’re teasing me…”
Yan Zhen laughed and let go. “My mistake, I’m sorry. Don’t be mad, my dear.”
Su Jinxin blushed deeply. “You don’t have to apologize…”
Adorable.
Yan Zhen couldn’t resist kissing his cheek, then his nose. Seeing him blush even more, Yan Zhen stopped teasing and said, “I’ve become slippery lately, all because of Lao Qiao,” referring to Qiao Yizhi, the most playful of Yan Zhen’s friends, whom Su Jinxin had met at a party before. “He’s investing in some palace drama series and dragged me into it, even sent me the script… I won’t see him again.”
“No, don’t…” Su Jinxin quickly stopped him. Seeing Yan Zhen’s playful eyes, he realized it was a joke and continued, “Even so, I don’t want to be a consort.”
“Then what do you want to be?” Yan Zhen asked, playing along.
“Hmm…” Su Jinxin thought for a moment. “A wise minister.”
“Alright,” Emperor Yan agreed. “So, Minister Su, were you jealous earlier?”
Su Jinxin knew he couldn’t avoid it and nodded. “A little bit.”
Yan Zhen’s heart fluttered. He cupped Su Jinxin’s chin, kissing and nibbling, before asking again, “Really?”
Su Jinxin softly replied, “Yes. He’s close to you, a doctor, and he’s very handsome…”
Yan Zhen pinched his nose. “Talking about another man’s looks in front of me?”
Su Jinxin bit his lip and stuck out his tongue. “I was wrong.” Then, batting his eyelashes, he shyly lifted his shirt, revealing his cherry-like nipples, arching his back, and whispered, “Punish me.”
No man could resist such temptation.